I decided to go with himself to the local barbers shop. Phil the barber ushered us in and we watched him cutting a gentleman’s hair, and a very good job he made. There was another young guy in the queue but Phil called himself into the chair. He cleansed his face then applied a moisturiser, then the shaving cream. He put a new blade in and away he went. I took a quick photo and legged it, I’ve never liked the sight of blood, but I don’t suppose it would show on the red silk gown. He made a good job, ears, nose and sideboards, which appear to be getting shorter. Lin and I wondered if he did women’s legs , but the thought of a brazillian/goan, put us right off!
I seem to remember that I said there were no wandering animals anymore – wrong, there was a frisky steer heading down the main road, helped along by a few whacks from the stall holders whose fruit and veg he’d taken a liking to.
Himself has started talking with an Indian accent, its very disconcerting, I just hope to him above that he doesn’t start wobbling his head.
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